I am considering submitting my friend to be a contestant on What Not To Wear. If that sounds like I have a higher opinion of myself than I do of my friend, then you have never met my friend.
She has a November - April uniform consisting of a dark green fleece LL Bean hoodie and unisex faded black chinos. Her May - October uniform is a faded menswear denim shirt and unisex tan chinos. I have never seen her without a pony tail. Her roots are longer than her faded bottle blond DIY dye job. She wears no makeup which is okay if you can pull it off, but not many of us this side of sweet sixteen can.
As you can well imagine, I am afraid of this backfiring. What if she finds out that I have outed her to a huge makeover show? What if Clinton and Stacey review her footage and determine there is someone slightly worse than my freind? What amount of mea maxima culpa would ever fix that betrayal?
By the way, what does happen to those possible contestants? Do their nominators fess up and face the wrath of the poor unfortunate unchosen badly dressed soul? We have all seen how the chosen contestants are rigidly clinging to their unquestionably bad taste. Does it make them even more firmly grounded in camel toe jeans and dreadlocks to know that they have not been selected, thereby leading them to believe that they have been given a go ahead to continue on in their thrift store purchases? Would my friend feel justified in wearing her seasonable uniforms?
On second thought, I could use some magic in my life. Like getting myself onto Divine Design. Candace? Candace? I'd like to show you my office, and my bedroom. Your choice. I love you!
5 comments:
Never thought of the possible, troubling fallout of NOT getting picked. Talk about affirming bad choices.
If it was a choice between What Not To Wear or Divine Design (I feel certain I'd qualify for both), I'd have a tough time choosing. Toss The Biggest Loser into the ring, and it would be downright impossible.
No contest, Devine Design hands down!
At first I was afraid you were talking about me, until I remembered that I don't actually KNOW you...
I totally agree with you. I know a number of people that I would totally nominate IF you could do so without having to fess up. Even though they do seem marginally happy, I can't help but think I would be sooo pissed by the public humiliation.
Plus, I hate that guy who cuts the hair. Razors are sooo 2005.
I thought you were talking about me too. Then I rembered.. hey wait... we have never met. BUT you may very well have been talking about me.
Several of my family members have threatened to nominate me.
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